“What are you doing here?”
Fiona was walking over toward the practice field where I was training with my men.
I jogged to meet her at the edge of the field. All I could think about was the last time she came by here, when I had to save her from a javelin that had been tampered with mere seconds before it would have impaled her.
“Making sure you’re okay,” she said.
I looked back over at my shoulder. The soldiers were taking the opportunity of my distraction to give themselves a break.
I thought about commanding them to return to their exercises, but then looked at the man I’d been training a moment ago, who was giving me a curious expression. I’d been actively sparring with him when Fiona came walking up the stone pathway, at which point I’d run off without a word. The soldier looked
